Not What They Want

our bodies were meant to give pleasure and life the men don't understand we get value from pleasing take us, she says, make us laugh give us freedom, then reel us back. she says, I want to be yours, to be your thing, to make you feel the way I do. but he never understands, he never listens, she says. he is a stone rolling uphill. the earth has layers upon layers each more resolute that the one above and inside, in the core where the pressure compressed space and time and light, inside the core is where she sat, arms wrapped across her knees, her head down, her hair a veil across her body. she breathes this heavy air. she was not built to be alone. --- I can feel validation cute frustration validate beauty